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Chapter 408 Are humans cultivating this fast these days?!

Hear this.

Fang Qingyu carefully examined the old man's face.

The other person will say that they've finally caught them.

That would undoubtedly be a god who has a grudge against you.

But Fang Qingyu looked at it carefully for a while.

But then I noticed this face, this outfit, this aura.
It was completely different from any other incarnation of a deity he had ever encountered.

He subconsciously tilted his head slightly.

His gaze fell upon the Candle Dragon beside him, his eyes conveying a silent question.

Is it aimed at you?
After all, this is the real big shot.

The likelihood of incurring enemies is higher.

However, Zhulong's face, which was so perfect it seemed otherworldly, remained expressionless.

With his heterochromatic black and white eyes, he calmly watched the old Taoist priest stagger towards him.

It was as if they were not looking at a being exuding divine aura.

It was a muddy stone by the roadside.

Deep within those eyes, there was only a trace of disgust.

The old man's steps seemed slow, yet he covered ten steps in the blink of an eye, as if he were shrinking the distance between two points.

His cloudy, drunken eyes were half-closed.

With a playful, cat-and-mouse attitude, he locked onto Fang Qingyu.

"Don't you recognize me?! That's alright. As I said before, when I arrive, I will kill you with my own hands."

Once those words are spoken, there's no escaping it.

Fang Qingyu's heart sank slightly; they were coming specifically for him.
Then, instinctively, I reached out to touch the force field first.

I wanted to avoid affecting others, but I only remembered that now.

The entire city has been subjected to a force field.

At this moment, I have no way to use another force field.

"Now," the old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his voice carrying a condescending mockery, "tell me, who is the god you worship?"

Upon hearing these words, dead memories began to flood back into Fang Qingyu's mind.
Of all the gods he had ever encountered, only two were interested in his faith.

One is the Goddess of the Nine Netherworlds, and the other is the God of Five Paths.
The Nine Nether Goddess recognized him, but the Five Gods did not.

So, the identity of this old man is now obvious.

However, the Five Gods that Fang Qingyu had seen before were the heads of five animals: a snake, a pig, a rat, a horse, and a monkey.

At this moment, the Five Gods appeared as an old man.

The two are completely unrelated.
So I didn't recognize him.

However, the other party's reaction made Fang Qingyu's expression somewhat strange.

The other party doesn't seem to recognize the Candle Dragon beside him!?
This means
Zhulong's strength should far surpass that of this Five Gods.

Could we use the person next to them to make something of it?

At this point, it's impossible to win in a head-on confrontation.

However, given the Five Gods' murderous intent towards him, how to escape is also a problem.

Since it's no longer possible to set up a force field here, Fang Qingyu can hardly guarantee anything.
If I run away.

Will the Five Gods do anything to the ordinary people around them?

So it seems that Hong Qitian's method is the only option.

First, appease the other party, find an opportunity to leave the city, and then try to escape while calling for backup.

As for support, if Fang Qingyu remembers correctly...

The danger level of the Five Gods has reached level 3.

During the previous meeting, a fifth-ranked individual was constantly watching this Five-Tong God.

We should be not far from this Five-Tong God at this moment.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath and stared directly into the drunken eyes of Wutong Shen.

A strange smile slowly curved the corners of his lips:

"Don't you understand by now?"

These words caused the sinister smile on Wutong God's face to freeze abruptly.

A hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"You won't talk, huh?" He grinned, his smile turning somewhat sinister. "It's fine."

In his eyes, Fang Qingyu was now a fish on a chopping block.

He wasn't worried at all that Fang Qingyu could escape from him.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than...

The expression on Wutong Shen's old face suddenly changed drastically.

He suddenly turned his head, his cloudy, drunken eyes flashing with a terrifying light as he stared intently at the sky to the southeast of the city.

"They're like a persistent ghost!"

Wutong Shen cursed under his breath, his tone filled with annoyance and a hint of fear.

Before he finished speaking, his grime-covered, calloused hand suddenly shot out.

He grabbed Fang Qingyu's left wrist.

Then he wanted to take Fang Qingyu and leave this place directly.

He didn't pay any attention to the ordinary woman next to him and never thought of bringing her along.

But the next second.
Not moving.

The ferocious smile and irritation on Wutong Shen's face froze instantly, turning into a blank of confusion and disbelief.

He subconsciously exerted force again.

But he couldn't budge her wrist at all.

"Um?!"

Wutongshen let out a low growl of surprise and turned his head sharply.

Fang Qingyu, whose wrist he was holding, was looking at him with an innocent expression.

Fang Qingyu's right hand was holding the wrist of the young woman next to him, who had a high ponytail and was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans.

this moment.

For the first time in a true sense, the Five Gods focused their attention on Zhulong.

Previously, in his perception.

This woman is just an ordinary person through and through.

They weren't even worth a second glance.

But now, when his gaze fell upon Zhulong again...
At this moment, the woman was as radiant as the sun.
It made him completely unable to look directly at it.

Even a single glance could shatter one's divine status.

"Pfft!"

Wutong Shen's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot.

He released his grip on Fang Qingyu's hand almost as if he had been electrocuted.

He abruptly turned his head away, tightly closed his eyes, and dared not look at the Candle Dragon again.

All the previous confidence on that wrinkled old face had vanished.

"I'm sorry! My lord!"

The voice of the Five Gods trembled with unprecedented humility, his head bowed deeply, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"I don't know. I didn't know he was your follower."

However, Zhulong did not answer his question.

He didn't even glance at the Five Gods, but instead placed his gaze on his left wrist.

Fang Qingyu's warm palm.

He was still holding her wrist tightly.

Fang Qingyu followed Zhulong's gaze and then belatedly realized what was happening. He showed a perfectly appropriate look of embarrassment and apology on his face and coughed twice: "Ahem...sorry."

Just now, at the moment when Wutong God made his move.

He almost instinctively grabbed Zhulong's wrist tightly.

The bet was that the Five Gods couldn't move the Candle Dragon.

Or perhaps Zhulong wouldn't let her be taken away.

In hindsight, the gamble paid off.

Zhulong shifted his gaze from his fair wrist to Fang Qingyu's face, still expressionless, though a faint hint of helplessness seemed to flicker in his black and white eyes.

She finally turned her gaze to the Five Gods, who had closed their eyes and were weeping. Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered only one word:

"roll."

"Yes! Yes! Thank you, sir."

The Five Gods felt as if they had been granted a pardon and responded hastily.

Tears streamed even more fiercely from her closed eyes.

He didn't dare to linger for even a moment.

Before he finished speaking, his entire body vanished from the spot as if erased by an eraser.

The moment after the Five Gods disappeared.

In the space in front of Fang Qingyu, another figure as tall as an iron tower stepped out.

The newcomer was incredibly tall and strong, with muscles that bulged like coiled steel cables.

His rough animal skin outfit was stretched taut and looked like it was about to burst.

It was at the previous summit meeting.

The fifth-tier expert in charge of keeping an eye on the Five Gods!
As soon as the burly man appeared, he frowned and scanned his surroundings.

"Huh? Ran away?"

He muttered in a gruff voice, with a hint of annoyance.

His gaze swept across the alleyway and landed on Fang Qingyu. He paused slightly, his scarred face twitching as he revealed a surprised, not-so-handsome smile: "Eh? You're... that Fang Qingyu?!"

Fang Qingyu looked at the three conspicuous red question marks above the burly man's head.

He nodded: "Yes, senior."

"Where is that old bastard Wutong Shen?"

The burly man's eyes flashed like lightning as he scanned his surroundings once more.

"left already."

Fang Qingyu kindly added, while pointing in the direction where the Five Gods had disappeared.

"You just left, senior, you caught up just in time."

"gone?"

The burly man raised a thick eyebrow, then, as if he had thought of something, his gaze refocused on Fang Qingyu. "That old bastard came for you, kid?"

Fang Qingyu nodded frankly: "It should be. I once killed one of his incarnations."

"But before I could say anything, you arrived."

Upon hearing this, the burly man's scarred face twitched, revealing a knowing, sinister smile: "Heh, as expected, you're the kind of person who holds grudges and doesn't even spare a junior! Alright, I got it."

His gaze swept quickly over the Candle Dragon beside Fang Qingyu, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions.

They simply assumed he was Fang Qingyu's companion.

He nodded to Fang Qingyu and said in a deep voice, "Then be careful yourself. That old bastard is very slippery. I'll go after him again!"

Before he finished speaking, the burly man vanished from the spot once again.

From the appearance of the Five Gods to the strong man chasing after them and leaving.

The whole process may seem long, but it actually happens in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, the pedestrians around did not react at all.

They continued to hawk their wares, haggle, and chat idly while fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans.

It was as if the scene that had just occurred was invisible.

Fortunately, the formidable enemy retreated.

Fang Qingyu's tense nerves finally relaxed.

He took a deep breath, turned to the ever-calm Zhulong beside him, and said with a slightly serious expression, "I apologize for my rudeness in the heat of the moment."

He was referring, of course, to the act of grabbing the other person's wrist in a moment of panic.

This can be considered a formal apology.

Fang Qingyu knew the temperament of the gods very well. Although Zhulong's attitude seemed neutral or even friendly at the moment, who knew if touching the gods' bodies would violate any taboos?
Moreover, he was hoping to bring this big shot to the human camp.

You must never offend the other party over such details.

Zhulong's heterochromatic black and white eyes calmly watched Fang Qingyu's slightly lowered head, his gaze shifting.

After a few seconds of silence.

She nodded slightly, her cool voice carrying a matter-of-fact calm: "It's alright."

His gaze then swept over the direction where the Five Gods had disappeared.

“You are my believer, not someone those filthy things can touch.”

Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

It seems that Zhulong regarded his only believer as his sole follower.

They are quite tolerant.

"Let's go."

Zhulong turned his gaze back to the bustling depths of Yudeng Market, as if the previous incident had never happened.

"Take me to other places to explore."

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyu calmed down again.

Guided by the strategy, Zhulong and others explored the Fishing Lantern Market.

For the rest of the day, Fang Qingyu transformed into a dutiful tour guide.

I visited almost every worthwhile spot in Yudeng City.

They climbed onto the landmark building of Yudeng City.

The Wanghai Pearl Tower, which stands over 300 meters tall.

Standing on the completely transparent observation deck.

Overlooking the towering buildings of this seaside city, the winding coastline, and some ghosts outside the force field.

The sea breeze howled, blowing against the high ponytail tied up by the dragon.

Her heterochromatic eyes calmly swept over the ant-like crowd and traffic below.

His eyes were completely expressionless.

They strolled through the historic Tanah Lot Temple ruins park.

The broken stone pillars and mottled inscriptions tell the story of ancient fishermen worshipping the sea god and praying for peace.

Fang Qingyu racked his brains to recount these legends, trying to pique Zhulong's interest or evoke some resonance.

However, Zhulong only occasionally glanced at the murals depicting the vague images of deities for a moment before looking away, his eyes remaining cold and indifferent.

They also visited modern buildings such as the Seaside Art Museum, which is full of contemporary art.

But in the end, Fang Qingyu discovered in despair.

Whether it's modern architecture or historical architecture.

Zhulong showed absolutely no interest.

唯有
When Fang Qingyu took her back to that old-fashioned food street filled with the aroma of cooking,

A miracle happened.

As dusk settled, the lights of the food street gradually came on.

The aroma of the food was even more enticing in the warm glow of the light.

When Fang Qingyu handed a string of newly bought candied hawthorns to Zhulong.

In her clear, black and white eyes.

Finally, a spark of interest ignited within me.

She extended her slender, white fingers and carefully took it.

Holding the bamboo skewer between my fingertips, I gently bite off a piece.

Crack! The crisp sugar shell shatters, and the sweet and sour hawthorn pulp inside melts on the tongue with a cool sensation.

The Candle Dragon paused slightly in its chewing motion.

Immediately, her eyes curved into a slight smile.

She didn't say anything, but quietly ate the remaining candied hawthorns one by one.

A few glistening sugar stains inevitably clung to the corners of her lips.

Fang Qingyu watched this scene with mixed feelings, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

So this ancient god who controls the source of time and space has only one hobby: sweets?!

And it has to be this kind of down-to-earth street dessert.

The sun completely sank below the horizon.

As dusk settles over the fishing lantern market, the lights begin to twinkle.

Fang Qingyu took Zhulong back to the top floor of the hotel where they were staying.

Standing in the carpeted hallway, Fang Qingyu took out his phone, turned on the screen, pointed to a blue messaging app icon, and explained earnestly, "Look, tap this, then tap my profile picture, yes, just like that. Then tap here to send me a voice message. If, um, if you need to find me, or want to go somewhere, you can call me that anytime."

As he spoke, he gestured the operation process on the screen.

Then, he opened several news apps and forums for extraordinary individuals: "These allow me to see what's happening in other parts of the world, as well as discussions and information about ghosts and gods."

Zhulong tilted his head slightly.

With his heterochromatic black and white eyes, he stared at the small square screen in Fang Qingyu's hand, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

After a moment, she seemed to understand and nodded slightly.

He took the phone from Fang Qingyu.

"it is good."

She responded calmly, her voice still cold.

Without saying anything more, she turned around and used the method Fang Qingyu had just taught her.

He swiped his room card to open the door to his presidential suite.

The figure disappeared behind the door.

Click.

The door closed gently.

Even now, I hear that soft sound of the door closing.

Fang Qingyu suddenly relaxed.

Taking a deity shopping is a hundred times more tiring than fighting a group of king-level demons by yourself.

Fortunately, the day passed without any major incidents.

Zhulong's attitude remained unfathomable.

But at least for now, it seems to be quite friendly.

In particular, the phrase "My followers are not to be touched by filth" gave Fang Qingyu some confidence.

I dragged my tired body back to my suite.

Fang Qingyu ignored the long box containing the mysterious rusty knife.

Instead, he walked straight to the most open area in the center of the living room.

Sit cross-legged.

Last time, after advancing the true meaning of the starry sky to the laws of the starry sky.

Fang Qingyu stopped temporarily because his physical body was under great strain, and he also needed to master the laws of the starry sky.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu was not in a hurry to add points.

Then, right after the meeting ended, Zhulong arrived.

Therefore, Fang Qingyu only had time to continue looking at the diagrams now.

Preparing for a promotion.

Consciousness instantly sank into the depths of the sea of consciousness.

Fang Qingyu's gaze immediately locked onto the skill point section:
Skill Points: 3223

Without the slightest hesitation.

Fang Qingyu spent another 200 skill points.

He was put into the Yuanshi Kaitian Strategy.

The moment the thought was uttered, the 200 skill points vanished like a stream flowing into the ocean.

boom--

Fang Qingyu's consciousness returned to the body of that towering giant.

Experiencing that feeling of splitting through chaos time and time again.

In that very instant.
A figure suddenly appeared on the sofa next to it outside.

It was Zhulong.

At this moment, Zhulong was frowning, his usually aloof expression now showing a hint of seriousness.

She murmured softly
"The Primordial Creation Strategy!?"

However, Fang Qingyu was unaware of her appearance.

Instead, they were immersed in the mystery of splitting open the chaos time and time again.

Soon, a new notification popped up on the graph.

[Congratulations on your original imprint inheritance "Primordial Creation Strategy" reaching Lv.3 (0/40000)!]

But Fang Qingyu did not open his eyes at this moment.

Because the physical body is undergoing changes.

The sickening cracking of bones resounded as densely as popping beans.

The bones throughout his body began to emanate a strange color that was warm and smooth like jade, yet also had a cold, hard metallic luster.

It no longer has that crystal-clear feel.

Instead, it is transforming into something more solid and cohesive.

The internal organs are roaring.

It was as if it were being repeatedly forged by an invisible giant hammer.

The internal organs are no longer as transparent and pure as glass, but begin to exhibit a strange state that is almost crystallized.

It appears to be carved from the purest black crystal.

A faint, sharp aura began to emanate from the depths of these crystallized organs.

The flesh and blood were boiling.

The surging blood and qi, like a great river, are now compressed and condensed, flowing in the crystallized riverbed.

Each wash makes the tissues, which resemble dark crystals, even more resilient.

The dark red crystalline patterns on the skin's surface became increasingly clear.

It's becoming increasingly complex.

Until a sudden realization welled up in my heart.

The physical body has broken through its limits once again.

Breakthrough from Glazed Glass to Mystic Crystal.

Fang Qingyu also learned about the characteristics of the new physical body immediately.

Flesh and blood crystallize.

It not only brought terrifying defensive power and strength far exceeding that of a glass-like physical body.

It also endows the physical body with a natural quality.

The terrifying characteristic of passive counter-shock damage.

Ordinary attacks would probably not even break through the defenses.

They would be injured or even shattered first by that extremely condensed counterforce.

Meanwhile, Zhulong silently watched all of this from the side.

He waved his hand dismissively.

Suddenly, a transparent wave enveloped Fang Qingyu.

Having done all this, Zhulong did not stay to continue watching the changes in Fang Qingyu's physical body.

Instead, it disappeared silently.

So when Fang Qingyu opened his eyes again and woke up.

They did not notice that Zhulong had come.

At that moment, Fang Qingyu subconsciously clenched his fist.

hum!
An indescribable sense of terrifying power instantly filled my body.

This is the Xuanjing physical body.

Then I looked at my personal panel.

[Physical Strength: Mystic Crystals: 10 (Five Limit Breaks)]

As expected of an invincible technique concerning the physical body!
Fang Qingyu felt a sense of melancholy as he felt the power within his body.

He felt that with his current physical strength alone, he could easily challenge a fourth-tier opponent without using any special means.

And the gains from the Primordial Creation Strategy don't stop there.

Fang Qingyu looked at the page about the Shattered Star Dou Kui.

【Original Technique 1: Creation of Heaven (18792/150000)】

The experience gained from the original technique of opening the heavens also surged once again.

And this only consumed 200 skill points.

"3023 points remaining!"

Fang Qingyu stared intently at the map.

Deduct the 1200 points required to upgrade the Primordial Creation Strategy from Lv.3 to Lv.5 (perfect).

There are still 1823 skill points left to use freely.

Fang Qingyu pondered.

He recalled what Zhulong had said.

We turned to the page about the Border Patrol.

To be honest, the profession of border patroller is indeed my weakest point right now.

Even with the fusion of the three profession systems, the Border Patrolman is still the weakest in terms of combat power.

The Border Patrol's ultimate move is only really useful in specific scenarios.

For example, the meteorite that fell from the sky that we encountered last time.

Otherwise, Fang Qingyu rarely uses it nowadays.

At most, it's just about merging to amplify one's own strength.

As for Zhulong's statement, her power is no weaker than any other being.

This rekindled Fang Qingyu's desire to upgrade the Border Patrolmen.
So the page on the Border Patrol was turned.
Looking at the top, most of them are all Lv.1.

Fang Qingyu began to continuously invest skill points.

There are six skills in total.

It cost a total of 880 skill points to max out all of them.

The insights of a second-tier border patroller.

For Fang Qingyu, it wasn't anything difficult to digest.

Therefore, they quickly mastered all the content.

Fang Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the remaining 2143 skill points on the skill map.

My mind is completely clear.

He doesn't plan to use his remaining skill points to upgrade other skills for the time being.

To achieve the perfection of the Primordial Creation Strategy, you need to reserve 1200 points.

We can see how things go about the rest.

Don't be fooled by the fact that there are a lot of skill points this time.